Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.